Staring into space
I try to write a song
I've given up the chase
Cause it's bringing me nowhere after so damn long
.
This has got to stop
My silly obsession
This has got to halt
It's not a game of possession
.
You have never given me your heart
For it was just a summer story
I was merely a minor part
No pride no glory
.
I took countless bets in life
Giving every opportunity a try
Now I just wanna say goodbye
Before I breakdown and cry
.
I know it's not to be
Why hang on a state of melancholy
I have eyes to see
I'm better of lonely
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